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What Do You Do?

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What do you do when your heart dries out?

When there’s no blood left to shed?

When the beauty of bodies float away like dust?

When all you can feel is despair?

So many days and nights have my heart cried out,

To hollow ears who hear me not.

Hollow ears don’t hear my screams in the night.

Hollow ears know not my soul’s twists and turns.

And blind eyes don’t see my bloodshed,

When murderous hands perform the devil’s deeds.

So, what do you do when your heart cries out?

When there’s no one who seems to care?

Dedicated To The Love Of My Life

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I love your days and nights.
Your savoir faire.
Your very air
That I take in with pride.

Streets full of life.
The hustle and bustle
Makes my posterior move
With every beat of the drum.

Sweet Apollo.
I miss your beautiful face.
Showman’s, won’t you jazz me up?
Comin’ down from the high on 110th and Lenox.

History that can’t be overlooked.
Corner to corner pride’s
Got me hooked
On your love that I need.

I need to feed my soul.
I want your every inch.
Want your every mile.

Makin’ me smile
While you make love to my mind.
Close my eyes and like a fiend,
I can’t get enough.

You gave it to me easy and rough.
You made me lose control.
Don’t know why I left you,
Because Harlem, I love you so.